I’ve been a fan of NCT since 2017….thru all the ups and downs I’ve genuinely enjoyed being a fan and one of the things that kept me coming back was 7dream. I cannot believe mark is leaving like genuinely shocked…if anyone needs to talk im here cause wtf
Jschlatt x reader, dad schlatt, sfw, afab reader, no use of (Y/n)
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⋆ All those contractions, hours of pain, and exhaustion… only for your daughter to pop out looking exactly like her dumb ass father.
⋆ Was hesitant to hold her when she was first born. For all the months of parenting classes while you were pregnant he thought he was prepared. He's such a big guy and she was so tiny. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and gently placed the swaddled baby in his arms, sitting back and watching him immediately settle into the feeling of actually being a dad. He smiled softly as he looked down at the newborn, in awe that you both actually made a human together. He teared up, sniffling slightly as he made a promise to himself in his head to protect, provide, and love you both as long as he lived.
⋆ This image is so him. Introduces your 4 year old daughter to all the music he enjoys, teaches her how to use his handycam / digital cameras, and explains how all his old tech he bought off ebay works. Doesn't force his interests down her throat obviously, but he jumps at the opportunity to bond over her wonder for “daddy's cool stuff”.
⋆ You regularly see your daughter run around the house giggling as she films whatever catches her eye with one of Schlatt's spare handycams. There are lots of pictures and videos of you, the cats, and her stuffed animals. Schlatt backs all the footage up of course, because he’s a sap like that.
⋆ Schlatt loves to take the family camera on vacations to capture sweet moments of his girls. For so long, he was the one being recorded by cameras for content. But in his private life, he prefers to be the one behind the camera to capture candid moments of you and your daughter. He only tolerates you both filming and taking pictures of him and no one else. He knows that's how you both see him as he is and the gesture of your daughter finding him worthy of memorializing (even in her childish blurry videos and photos) makes him melt. He finds it endearing that you both want to capture him in his unguarded moments. Though there are many silly pictures of Schlatt sleeping that you and your daughter like to sneak and laugh at later.
⋆ Keeps her colorful hair ties on his wrist because he gets used to fixing her hair on the fly (imagine him with a hello kitty hair tie lol). He's also regularly in her room with messy eyeshadow and bright pink lip gloss smeared on his face / in his chops as he plays pretend with her.
⋆ Protective of his girls! So soft with you and your daughter. Imagine his normal bored / hardened gaze with everyone else but his eyes immediately soften when he interacts with his daughter or wife. His tone of voice always unintentionally gets more gentle with your daughter too.
⋆ After mostly quitting youtube all together after your daughter was born, Schlatt started to casually stream DayZ on twitch whenever he felt like it (with no face cam of course). Most of the stream consisted of him interacting with chatters, pretty much his most die hard fans who were respectful and had stuck with him over all the years despite the lack of content. He found fulfillment in following in the footsteps of all his internet idols he watched as a kid.
Schlatt kept his private life very secretive. He never told his followers he started dating you, never told the world he got married, and never ever felt comfortable telling strangers on the internet that he was a father. So it was a surprise one day for everyone when your little daughter quietly tried to sneak into Schlatt's office late one night while he was in the middle of a casual stream.
“Daddy?” Her little voice was barely picked up by his mic as she walked into his office with her favorite stuffed monkey in her arms. Schlatt’s heart was racing knowing that chat started to blow up, but he kept his cool and plopped her onto his lap while continuing to play his game.
“What are ya doin’ squirt?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to her wavy brown hair. She smiled and let out a tired giggle,
“You woke me up.”
Schlatt inwardly kicked himself for being too loud during his stream. He continued to ignore chat freaking the fuck out upon their collective realization that he was a FATHER, still playing like nothing was amiss.
“Sorry sweetheart, I should’ve been more quiet,” he apologized. Your daughter snuggled into his lap and watched the monitor intently.
“What are you playing?” She asked curiously, her sweet little voice was melting the hearts of every viewer. Schlatt couldn’t thank god enough that he stopped face camming years ago. His viewers would have never shut up about how soft he looked in the moment with his kid.
“DayZ.”
“What’s that?” She questioned immediately, her toddler brain wanting the answer to everything and anything. It was just that age. Schlatt patiently explained in simple terms to her as he played. As the stream went on, Schlatt basically ignored chat and only talked to his daughter until she eventually fell asleep on him. When he was sure she was out cold, he finished up his gameplay and ended the stream as if nothing was any different. Most, if not all his fans respected his personal business and didn't make it much of a big deal thankfully.
⋆ For as impatient as he acts on camera, Schlatt is endlessly patient for you and your daughter.
“Hey sweetheart, put on your sweater f'me please. It's gonna be cold at school,” Schlatt requests as he drives the little one to her kindergarten class. Your daughter is in the backseat, grumbling to herself (exactly like her father). Clearly she did not want to put on the sweater, and Schlatt could see her in the rear view mirror refusing to touch the article of clothing. He huffed under his breath. She had your stubborn attitude, which he was no stranger to handling. He parked in the parking lot of the school and got out of the driver's seat, unbuckled his daughter, and looked down at the small girl as she refused to get out of the car and put on said sweater.
“You really wanna do this the hard way, huh?” He asked, pretending to act impatient. His little pretend act made the little girl crack a small smile, knowing what was coming.
“You can't win against the tickle monster,” he warned, earning an anticipatory snicker from the child.
“Yeah huh,” she replied. She was definitely your daughter, always baiting him. Schlatt shook his head, a smirk on his lips.
“You sure?” He warned again, casually leaning against the car door as if it would be no contest. Sometimes he let her win and wrestle with him, but today was not that day. Your daughter nodded, her toothy and mischievous smile exactly like his. Schlatt immediately leaned into the car to tickle her, the girl laughing and squealing as she tried to wiggle away from him.
“Put on your sweater and I'll let you go,” he chuckled as he contained the squirming child, her laughter music to his ears.
“Okay, okay!” She finally relented, catching her breath with fleeting little giggles as Schlatt let her get out of the car. He helped her slip on the sweater, ruffling her hair lovingly. She slipped her little hand into his large one as they finally walked towards the school together.
⋆ Healthy amount of giving her princess treatment and also being fair to ensure she doesn't get too spoiled. You both believe in equal parenting, and he wouldn't be caught dead being the “fun” parent to make you the bad guy. Very involved and loves showing up for her whenever needed (and not so needed). Your daughter was mortified when Schlatt dropped her off at the movies for her first date in middle school. But he absolutely needed to, that's his baby.
⋆ Schlatt does this and your daughter always makes fun of him for it.
⋆ Sends your daughter almost constant texts whenever she moves out of the house, calls / voice messages her at the most random times just to tell her dumb shit.
“Hey squirt. Just saw the fattest squirrel of my life in the yard this morning. Fat fuck ate all your mother's tomatoes so now we can't have spaghetti for dinner tonight. Love ya.”
“Hey sweetheart, your mother and I just got home from our trip. I bought ya somethin’ cool so you better visit this weekend or I'll kill myself. Not really, I just miss ya. Love you bye.”
⋆ 100% happy cried during his daughter's wedding as he handed her off to her partner during the ceremony. Was teary and smiling throughout the entire night knowing his little girl isn't so little anymore and how proud he is.
Jschlatt x reader, MDNI 18+, NSFW, afab reader (female genitalia), rough sex but nothing crazy, dom / brat tamer Schlatt, no use of (Y/n)
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The apartment was quiet, far too quiet for your liking. Schlatt had been in his office working all day and you were far beyond the point of entertaining yourself. You could hear a pin drop, or more like you could hear Jambo’s little footsteps whenever he got out of bed to meander around. If you concentrated real hard, you could almost hear Schlatt clacking away on his keyboard a room away. All of the blankets and pillows in bed could only do so much to comfort you as the hours rolled on. You shifted every so often to smell Schlatt’s pillows, an evil idea forming in your brain. All morning the ache between your thighs was impossible to ignore and the fact that your lovely handsome boyfriend was just a room away was a tease in itself.
So close yet so far.
Part of you wanted to leave him to his work, you knew he wouldn’t have shut himself in his office if it wasn’t important. But the desire to be filled up and fucked out of your mind far outweighed your polite logic. You slinked out of bed, slipping off your panties and tossing them aside. Clad only in one of his sweaters, you quietly exited the bedroom and walked down the hallway to the office. The door was shut, which meant he was taking his work seriously for once. You didn’t knock, you simply turned the doorknob gently and peeked your head of messy hair inside.
Schlatt was sitting at his desk, casually leaning back in his chair. One arm was resting on the back of his neck, the other moving around the mouse as his eyes stared sharply at his monitor as if it personally wronged him. His eyebrows were knitted together and the little scrunch of his perfect nose told you that he was concentrating hard. About what, you had no idea. But you always found him extra attractive whenever he was this focused on anything. Something about his intensity, how his dark brown eyes narrowed, how you could imagine the cogs in his brain turning. Schlatt was a problem solver, if he could fix it there was no doubt he would see it through until it was done. You loved that quality of him, it quite literally healed you. Over time, it certainly made you a bit of a spoiled princess but Schlatt loved making you feel safe and loved. Ever the softie he was.
The orange rays of light from the sunset peeked through the blinds and cast a heavenly glow on him. He was the picture of comfort, especially with the way he was spread out on his chair as if begging you to sit on his lap and cuddle. But you definitely were not there to cuddle. For as much as your heart clenched with how soft he made you simply by sitting there, he had something you wanted. Schlatt heard the slight creak of the door and lazily turned his gaze to you peeking at him, a tired smirk forming at the sight of his lover.
“Hey sweetheart. You okay?” He greeted you as you took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind yourself. You nodded with a smile and made your way to stand behind him. Schlatt’s smirk widened when he felt your arms snake their way down his chest and your sweater clad tits press against the back of his head. You gave him a lazy hug from behind, burying your cheek into his soft locks.
“Are you really busy?” You mumbled, a hint of a whine climbing up the back of your throat. Your tone was extra sweet and soft, just the way he liked it. But Schlatt knew better, he knew you were up to something.
“Still busy. This stupid fuckin’ thing has been a pain in the ass all day,” he started to explain whatever it was he was working on. You could feel his blood pressure rise with each complaint, smiling to yourself. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, which he ignored as he kept complaining. Clearly he was doing his best to not get distracted by your presence and keep his mind on track. His genuine frustration and rising anger almost made you rethink your dastardly plan, but your needs outweighed everything else. You absentmindedly hummed along in agreement to everything he was yapping about as you slowly made your way to his lap, purposefully keeping his sweater pulled down to hide your lack of panties as you sat down. Schlatt was in the middle of another complaint when you cut him off, almost rudely.
“Hey I know you're busy but like… I really really need you,” you purred, slightly rolling your hips against him. Schlatt stopped his ranting immediately, looking down at you in his lap with something akin to shock and offense. You weren't listening or caring at all about his troubles, you were simply there for one thing and one thing only. He almost admired how bold your little stint was, but he was more dead set on teaching you a lesson. He couldn't deny how good it felt when you grinded against him, realizing quickly that you also didn't have any panties on. He steeled himself and kept his condescending gaze on you, a tight frown pulling at the corner of his lips.
“You're annoying,” was all he could grumble the more you melted into him. His hands rested calmly on the armrests of his chair, not daring to give you the satisfaction of touching your soft body like he normally would. He was calm, eerily so. You had expected him to immediately give in to your temptations, eager to take a break from work. You were sorely mistaken.
You whined pathetically, pressing sloppy and warm kisses to his jawline and neck in an attempt to get him to crumble.
“Please babe…” you begged softly, feeling the wet patch that grew underneath you and how it was starting to stain the crotch of his sweatpants. Schlatt rolled his eyes and leaned himself forward to continue his work, ignoring you. The desperate humping wasn't nearly as effective as you thought it would be. The noise that escaped your throat was pitiful as you realized he wasn't taking your bait, your plan was backfiring badly. The languid movements of your hips still felt good, and you could feel how hard he was getting so you continued. Something was better than nothing, so you kept brainlessly humping him.
After a few agonizing minutes of nothing being reciprocated, you sighed dramatically. Schlatt made sure to not move a single muscle while you squirmed on top of him, only moving his hands to type. You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, and it looked like he was staring through you. It was as if you weren't even there. You pouted, resorting to childish tactics to get him to acknowledge you. A poke on his nose, a pinch of his cheek, tugging his chops, pulling his hair, you even used a finger to lift up his lip to bare his sharp canines. Schlatt was doing his best to not react, but at some point he scoffed and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop. He said nothing and grabbed you gently, but it was a clear sign of him being firm. You gasped softly and frowned, almost determined twofold to make him notice you. You huffed and wiggled in his lap before deciding your best course of action was to simply take what you wanted. You were soaked and your core seemed to throb with how desperate you were getting. Insatiable was barely enough to describe how you felt.
You immediately leaned off his lap a bit and toyed with his waistband. Schlatt didn't even spare you a glance. Which basically meant you could get away with what you were planning. You smirked as you pulled his sweats and underwear down, his hard dick slapping against his tummy. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight, but you weren't interested in sucking him off. You aligned yourself back on his lap, swaying your hips to feel his tip tease your entrance. You gave him another look, chewing on your plump bottom lip. Like you were trying to get away with stealing cookies out of the cookie jar from right under his nose. Schlatt made no moves and said nothing, focusing on everything but you. He was confident that he could keep a straight face while you sank onto his dick. Totally.
You smiled impishly as you lowered yourself onto him slowly, enjoying every single inch that filled up your sopping wet hole. Your breathing went ragged and a soft moan tumbled out of your mouth as he bottomed out in you. You could hear his breathing become slightly strained, a few soft huffs from his nose here and there. But Schlatt kept typing away regardless. His jaw was tight and that was enough to encourage you to move. You wanted to see him break. The soft plaps of skin were barely heard as you started a steady pace, bouncing in his lap. You leaned forward and pressed yourself tightly against his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck. You knew your little noises in his ear would drive him crazy. It didn't take more than a minute for you to get lost in the pleasure of it all. Schlatt filled you up so perfectly every time, it was like you both were made for each other. His tip kissed that special spot inside you so well, and your pussy gripped him like a vice. The tall man closed his eyes tightly at the feeling of your warmth around him, fighting tooth and nail to keep his focus on work. He grunted softly when you rolled your hips just the way he liked, oh so close to breaking. You were on cloud nine, desperately fucking him as if nothing else mattered. The warmth of him underneath you and his scent made your brain hazy. Your thighs burned, you were panting, and your pace was getting sloppier and sloppier. It was pitiful in the best way possible. Despite your exhaustion, you kept going in hopes you could reach the ecstasy you desperately needed but to no avail. It was overstimulating and not fulfilling at the same time. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the disappointment that you couldn't keep riding him without some help, your shaky exhale tickling the shell of his ear.
That was all it took to make him snap.
The sound of typing suddenly stopped and you felt his big hands roughly grab your hips. Your eyes snapped open as Schlatt interjected your poor excuse of initiative with a tsk of his tongue, pushing you to sit up and look at him. He kept your hips in place, preventing you from moving. He needed to feel you properly and not just endure your pathetic little bounces that did next to nothing for either of you.
“You're gonna take what I give you, understand?” He growled, his tone low and demanding. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach. But before you could agree or do anything, his hips roughly snapped up into you. The sensation left you breathless, only able to let out a strangled cry of surprise. Your big doe eyes widened in shock, mouth agape as he started thrusting up into you at a cruel pace. It was rough on purpose, showing you without words how he was in charge. You let out a sharp yelp as you clung to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. It felt like he was quite literally fucking your entire body weight into the air. Schlatt kept his hands firmly on your hips and pulled you down with each of his upward thrusts, smiling to himself upon seeing your reaction and hearing your strangled moans. You were certainly caught off guard and he loved it.
Once you got over the initial surprise of him pounding up into you, you were able to relax a bit. You melted against him, brain nearly going dumb at the delicious feeling of his big dick hitting the yummiest spots over and over. You looked down at his concentrated expression, it was nearly the same as it looked earlier when he was staring at his monitor. All except for his mouth being open to pant and his cheeks being flushed with a lovely shade of pink. You couldn't help it, you ceased your moaning and panting to smirk at him. He was everything you wanted and you were getting exactly what you planned for. Schlatt's brutal thrusts stuttered when he caught a glimpse of your expression. You looked positively sinful, like he had fallen right into your trap despite his previous attempt to stay as still as a statue. Your surprise had worn off, and you looked insatiable. Your eyes half lidded and heavy, mouth curled into a devious smile like a succubus. It was as if his dick wasn't nearly enough for you. You were getting too comfortable.
He simply could not have that.
He growled and ceased his movements, immediately pulling you off. Your smirk was wiped off your face real quick when he easily lifted you off his lap to stand on wobbly legs.
“No, I'm not doin’ that shit…” he mumbled under his breath as he grabbed your neck. Not quite hard enough to choke, but certainly firm enough to nudge you over towards the couch. You barely had time to register what was happening until he pushed you down on the plush surface by the throat. You fell into the cushions, a small frown forming. Before you could ask him what was happening or why he stopped, he lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Eyes as wide as saucers again, you realized what he was doing. You were definitely in trouble now.
Schlatt's eyebrows were knitted in frustration as he grabbed himself and slapped the tip on your throbbing clit a few times.
“Such a needy slut. Gotta fuck you so you’ll stop botherin’ me…” he trailed off, bucking his hips against you to rub himself in your wetness. You could've cried at how good the heaviness of his dick felt rubbing against your slit, and you were sure he'd love it if you actually did. Without any warning, he pushed himself back inside with a heady groan. You both moaned in tandem when he started to move again, not giving you much of a break as his pace turned feral once more. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you tried to grab at the couch cushions to ground yourself, nails digging into the fabric as the sound of skin on skin filled the office. The neighbors could almost certainly hear you both, but neither of you could be bothered. Your loud moans were an absolute symphony to Schlatt’s ears, he loved knowing how great he felt inside you. He couldn’t get enough of how the raw absence of inhibition sounded, especially when it came from your pretty glossed lips. Your hands travelled to any bit of purchase you could find on him. The back of his neck, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt, and tangling into his soft brown locks. Eventually your hands landed on Schlatt’s forearms that rested by your head. Your nails left angry red marks on his skin, but he relished in it. He didn’t mind that he’d have to wear sweaters if he left the house for a day or two. One of his hands braced most of his body weight next to your head in the couch cushions, the other hand white-knuckled the arm rest above you. You could almost picture how the veins in his hands were popping more than usual.
Something about the way he knew how to hit every perfect spot that sent waves of white hot pleasure to the coil in your tummy made you all the more brainless. Your tits had fallen out from how his sweater rode up with each brutal rock of his hips, a sight he never grew tired of. All you could do was moan and cry as he folded you in half, the position far more intense than you straddling his lap. The tears that rolled off your heated cheeks sparked more than just satisfaction in Schlatt, it was pure, unbridled, and dominating greed. For as greedy as you were for him, he was ten times as much for you. He acted nonchalant about it ninety-nine percent of the time, always so calculated and unbothered on the surface. He always made fun of you for being the needy one, the one who could never get enough, but in reality it was all him. He always “gave in” to you, but it was because there was no way in heaven and earth that he’d deny his gorgeous girl. If it was up to him, you’d never leave the house. Even when he acted like you were a bother, especially while you took him away from important work like this, he was so devoted to you and you knew damn well that he was wrapped around your pretty finger.
His thrusts lost any sort of rhythm when he felt himself nearing the edge, as he could feel how your gummy walls fluttered around him. If heaven existed, the feeling right before you both came together would be the closest comparable thing. Your moans got higher and higher pitched, the absence of pace driving you insane. Schlatt was notorious for talking you through it, his deep tone bringing you to completion many times. But this was true fucking, the kind where either of you couldn't even form coherent words. Just hearing how ragged his breath had gotten and seeing how his hair hung over his damp forehead pushed you closer and closer, the coil tightening more and more. Schlatt quickly brought up his thumb to his lips, licked it, and brought the steady digit to your aching clit. He rubbed a few circles before your back arched off the couch and the coil suddenly snapped. You nearly screeched as your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your vision blurring around the edges before you had to shut your eyes to bear with the intensity. Schlatt continued to fuck you through it, your involuntary spasms milking him the more he rutted into you. He let out a drawn out and low moan, before roughly cumming inside you. You loved the feeling of every spurt hitting your poor, bruised cervix. He gave a few extra hard and shaky thrusts into your heat for good measure, exhaling as if he had run a marathon. The two of you came down from the high together, chests heaving and skin sticky with a sheen layer of sweat. Schlatt regained some composure before you, patting your trembling thigh lovingly as he carefully set your legs down to hook around his hips. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your damp forehead, his mustache tickling your skin.
“Atta girl. I really gotta get back to work though. If you get off this couch to bother me again, I’m fuckin’ you until your legs don’t work.”
His threat wasn’t empty, he meant business.
Yeah, you were definitely going to bother him again.
Something about the way schlatt is just a lil pudgy to me is absolutely adorable. Love me a thick man ngl and I cant help but giggle at how cute he can be but also I feel he would Def use his height, length or arms/legs, and his weight against you to.. ya know.. pin..
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The way I think about this all the time!!!! I love big boys so so so much, yall have no idea. Enjoy :)
Jschlatt x reader, sfw + nsfw, afab reader, no use of (Y/n)
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⋆ Are you average or above average height? Schlatt is still taller than you. He likes to tease you ironically about your height, just to irritate you a little. He loves anyone shorter than him because it fuels his ego (let’s go shorties).
⋆ Boosts his ego even MORE when you joke about being able to fight him.
“...I just think I could take you in a fight,” you snickered, knowing exactly how to get on Schlatt’s nerves.
“Nuh uh.”
“Yeah huh.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yeah huh.”
Your back and forth goes on until Schlatt can’t stand your smug insistence. He’ll simply grumble under his breath while he gets out of his stupid Eames desk chair to swiftly pounce on you as you giggle. Large, steady hands grabbing you by the waist and hauling you up onto his shoulder or pinning you onto any nearby couch / bed / chair with a proud smirk on his face.
⋆ He’s not just tall, he’s BROAD. Something about a big, strong back always gets you going. You often find yourself running your hands along his shoulders and back whenever you two hug and cuddle. Feeling his sturdy frame and muscles always gives you butterflies.
⋆ Tummy, tummy tummy. A man who eats whatever his wife or momma cooks him with no complaints (surprisingly). You always thank whatever higher power out there for Family Mart famichiki in the quiet moments when you both are half asleep and he doesn’t mind you feeling up his stomach. Sometimes he’s insecure and hides it behind a self deprecating joke or two, but you’ve made it your mission to reassure and compliment him whenever it pops into your brain. You swear your heartbeat races every single time you get a peek at his soft stomach while he adjusts his shirt or takes off a hoodie. Your brain damn near shut off the first time you saw him take off his shirt for the first time, your cheeks bright red and your expression in a daze.
⋆ Schlatt acts tough on the outside, but you know he’s the biggest softie ever. He 100% gives the most gentle and sweet hugs, his long arms encircling your upper back and waist in an embrace that radiates pure comfort. Most of the time he has to bend down slightly for you both to hug, and it makes his heart melt to feel you hug back twice as tight. You’ve memorized how his relaxed smile looks and how his sigh of relaxation sounds whenever you smother him in the tightest hug you can manage. Schlatt isn’t huge on PDA, so it makes his hugs all the more special while you’re in private.
⋆ Speaking of, he's a huge cuddle bug in private. His favorite thing in the world is when you curl up on him like a cat and nap (he always compares you to Jambo and REDACTED). When you sit on his lap while he's at his desk, he'll automatically rub your back soothingly and kiss the top of your head every so often like it's his second nature. Schlatt loves how your head tucks so perfectly into his firm chest or shoulder, snuggling into his gentle embrace like you want to mold into him like clay. It also makes his little possessive streak flare up when he can hold you tightly and never let go even if you try to wiggle away.
⋆ 100% puts a few things on higher shelves so you call for his help every time. He loves to see your slow progression from climbing on the counter / dragging over a stool to ALWAYS calling him over to reach what you need. He absolutely eats up the little relieved smile you give him as he comes to your aid. Sometimes you’re just pissed and annoyed about it, but he enjoys the little frustrated looks you give him just as much lol.
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⋆ This man folds your ass in half on the regular, he for sure uses his full weight when he puts you in a mating press. You can barely breathe with the air knocked out of your lungs, your pussy being slammed into loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors can hear, and the bed rocking against the wall. Being smothered with a big, moaning mess of a man is heaven on earth.
⋆ The size kink goes crazy. He can easily pin you down with no chance of escape no matter how much you squirm. Regularly likes to plow you from behind into the mattress, put you in a slight chokehold with his arm, and pin you there with his body weight until you cum on his dick over and over.
“P-please-!” You whine, arching your back off the bed as much as you could manage. Schlatt was laying on his side next to you, your arms above your head held by one of his hands. He trapped your legs under one of his own, his other hand rubbing teasing circles into your clit.
“Please what, sweetheart? Use your words,” he nearly purred as he pressed a soft peck to your flushed cheek. You let out something mixed between a frustrated groan and pathetic whimper as you tried to buck your hips against his hand.
“P-please stop teasing.”
Your frustrated plea fell on deaf ears as he grinned and continued to refuse to stick his fingers inside or give you what you desperately wanted. He chose to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and pepper kisses into your heated skin.
⋆ Big hands or a heavy arm pinning your hips down as he eats you out like a man starved. You try to roll your hips against him but he simply tightens his grip on you and groans into your pussy as you shake and moan your pretty head off.
⋆ Schlatt really is such a sweetheart in bed, always so careful with you and always asking if you’re alright because he cares about you so much! But every so often he loves to grab you by the hips / waist and rut into you like you’re nothing but a toy. His warm hands grasping all over and leaving little bruises on your skin as he lifts your plush hips off the mattress and slams into you with no rhythm (yum).
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